Review Summary: A good title for a good title.
If you are chained to the bottom of the ocean, your body will feel heavy. The band simulate this feeling by dragging the heaviest riffs across the bottom of the Earth. Well, they attempt to anywho. Their sound is cemented in the attempt to sound hard, with heavy weight riffs, yet the riffs are only vaguely there. A lot of basic chords, basic chugs and used-before riffs from the same album happen, and it doth become repetitive as chicken noodle soup consumed every day. Nonetheless, this sludge/doom metal hybrid goes heavier than a bag of sewage, which is quite heavy indeed.
The album, which is heavier than a sizeable ass, does not pick up the pace. Once the pace is put down, it is never picked up again. A song that is over twelve minutes long was created because why not? However, the answer to that is simple: because it is too long and loses its hyper boost captivation power.
This album could rock hard, but instead it wishes to engage in all the ordinary doom tropes. Slow, plodding chugs collide with equally slow, plodding drums. It’s like getting lost in a bog in the fog yet minus memorable riffage through the roughage. Ham-fisted riffs and hard hit drums go pretty hard though if you love metal. The harsh vocals are also quite saw edge and cutting up me ears, and whatever effect is used slices. In other words the album rules, sort of.
One problem is apparent. This year has been lovely towards doom metallers and thus this album barely cuts it. There isn’t enough energy or uniqueness to consider secondary listens compared to other awesome sauce bands that really butter their chicken. It needs more sauce, more spice, more nuance! Though this album rules, it rules in a forgettable fashion like my wardrobe. While I look sexy no matter the clothes I wear (ex. riffs are cool no matter what), I still desire better clothes (ex. better riffs). Cool, but no classic ass kick.
